I have a comment that I wanted to give to XjadesXangelX but I had to be added to her friends list. please give this to her.
I originally had this comment posted on another one of your entries, but it wouldn't go through because I'm not your friends' list.
I really hope you get your comments mailed to you. I left blurty a very long time ago, because it sucks. I was in the community "Cutmeintopeices" and there I came across a poem of yours, which struck me with awe. I asked if I could print it out, frame it, and put it on my wall, as well as post it on my own journal, as long as I gave you full credit. You said "sure" The credit attached to it was simply "---Jades Angel---." I still have it on my wall, but I think it deserves more credit than a username. I have to type it up again, so here.
"I'm taking a journey behind my curtain of lead Behind my shield of protection covered in scars of red. I've come here often before in the past Where the essence of me hides from the world's cruel blasts. But this time it's different; I don't hear a sound. And no rose burst through the dry cracked ground. Only the dried up thorns are scattered about. I came here for comfort, but now I just want out. I look around for the warm fire that once burned inside my soul But it seems to have been snuffed; now I am just cold. I'm so dead inside; just an empty shell Filled with barren walls and dusty old shelves. And on a shelf I see two pictures laying side by side. I walk over and I pick one up but then begin to cry. In the picture I see a girl that looks like me. And I realize the girl in the picture is the girl I used to be. There's such an electric smile floating on her lips And the rosy color of her cheeks makes my stomach dip. Her eyes are bright with laughter and give off a warm glow. She has no tears to hide; she has no pain to show. I fold her and put her in my pocket; I can't stand to look any more. I pick up the other picture--it looks so old and worn. I know what it is without even looking, and my mind tells me to run, But I look anyways and sure enough it's a picture of who I've become. My bright happy smile no longer exists, now it's just a lying grin And my eyes are full of tears--no fire is burning within. No glow surrounds my tattered face, just scars and memories. These feelings overwhelm me and I drop to my knees. I take out the first picture and hold it to my heart. As slowly and methodically I tear the other apart. My body begins to feel weak as the air drains from my lungs But I don't deserve to live as what I have become. So bury me in silver and remember as we part: Remember the girl I used to be, and keep that picture in your heart."
I chose this entry to comment on, because maybe looking back at your old poetry will make you feel better about today. You were talking about not knowing who you are anymore, but after reading this you can remember who you were.
The poem is copied exactly the same from my wall to the computer. If you would like to edit the poem, you could do that too.
I don't use blurty; I just went on today to look you up.
If you want to contact me, e-mail me at Bondaged_Autonomy@yahoo.com or if you have a livejournal, you can comment on Killer_Abortion.
I originally had this comment posted on another one of your entries, but it wouldn't go through because I'm not your friends' list.
I really hope you get your comments mailed to you. I left blurty a very long time ago, because it sucks. I was in the community "Cutmeintopeices" and there I came across a poem of yours, which struck me with awe. I asked if I could print it out, frame it, and put it on my wall, as well as post it on my own journal, as long as I gave you full credit. You said "sure" The credit attached to it was simply "---Jades Angel---." I still have it on my wall, but I think it deserves more credit than a username. I have to type it up again, so here.
"I'm taking a journey behind my curtain of lead
Behind my shield of protection covered in scars of red.
I've come here often before in the past
Where the essence of me hides from the world's cruel blasts.
But this time it's different; I don't hear a sound.
And no rose burst through the dry cracked ground.
Only the dried up thorns are scattered about.
I came here for comfort, but now I just want out.
I look around for the warm fire that once burned inside my soul
But it seems to have been snuffed; now I am just cold.
I'm so dead inside; just an empty shell
Filled with barren walls and dusty old shelves.
And on a shelf I see two pictures laying side by side.
I walk over and I pick one up but then begin to cry.
In the picture I see a girl that looks like me.
And I realize the girl in the picture is the girl I used to be.
There's such an electric smile floating on her lips
And the rosy color of her cheeks makes my stomach dip.
Her eyes are bright with laughter and give off a warm glow.
She has no tears to hide; she has no pain to show.
I fold her and put her in my pocket; I can't stand to look any more.
I pick up the other picture--it looks so old and worn.
I know what it is without even looking, and my mind tells me to run,
But I look anyways and sure enough it's a picture of who I've become.
My bright happy smile no longer exists, now it's just a lying grin
And my eyes are full of tears--no fire is burning within.
No glow surrounds my tattered face, just scars and memories.
These feelings overwhelm me and I drop to my knees.
I take out the first picture and hold it to my heart.
As slowly and methodically I tear the other apart.
My body begins to feel weak as the air drains from my lungs
But I don't deserve to live as what I have become.
So bury me in silver and remember as we part:
Remember the girl I used to be, and keep that picture in your heart."
I chose this entry to comment on, because maybe looking back at your old poetry will make you feel better about today. You were talking about not knowing who you are anymore, but after reading this you can remember who you were.
The poem is copied exactly the same from my wall to the computer. If you would like to edit the poem, you could do that too.
I don't use blurty; I just went on today to look you up.
If you want to contact me, e-mail me at Bondaged_Autonomy@yahoo.com or if you have a livejournal, you can comment on Killer_Abortion.
Thanks
Danny.
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